Mimi's scent filled the air, as well as muffled laughter and screams, and you simply couldn't resist topping off the girl's torment. You took both feathers in your left hand, and with using your right you stopped the girl's head from thrashing side to side. Your eyes met hers, and you began to drag the feathers over her nose. The girl's nose wrinkled at the irritating sensations, and she let out a long, crying protest as the sensations blended perfectly with the ones between her legs.
It took about six seconds, but finally Mimi's body rejected the tickling on her face, and her writhing body convulsed in a sneeze. You didn't stop the feathers though, and with a few short sniffs the girl sneezed again, helpless to prevent it. Yet another sneeze followed it, and Mimi tried to twist her head away. She managed to turn her nose just a half of an inch before your palm stopped it, and the feathers continued forcing the young girl to sneeze. You decided to torture her in this manner for five minutes, until she was too tired to resist.
As Mimi lay there, sucking in as much air as possible through her nostrils, you noticed a change in her protests. No longer were they frantic muffled screams or laughter, but they were sporadic, soft giggles intermingled with equally soft moans. The blush on her face had also deepened in color and expanded, covering all of her cheeks and her cute, small nose. Your friend stopped making a masterpiece of the girl's slit long enough to motion for you to come closer.
"Let's get her right to the edge, but not over." He whispered in a tone that you could barely hear.
"Right," You say, loud enough for Mimi to hear. Much to the girl's disdain (made evident by her scream of disapproval), your friend went back to tracing the line of her lips with the tip of his paintbrush while you went back to where you were previously standing. A feather in each hand you slipped the instruments around the swell of her breasts. Mimi's eyes went wide at the soft caress of the feathers on her sensetive skin and she watched the arcs your hands made with them. One feather would wander around the underside of the mountain of tissue while the other wound surmount the erect summit of the other. The first would then climb up over the side while the other waltzed through the valley between the pair. Occasionally, both feathers would perform a slow victory dance upon the rosy pinnacle of the poor captive's bosom.
It was driving Mimi over the edge. Her blush was now a scarlet red, and there were very few giggles sprinkled among the moans. The muscles of her body, still weakened from the long spell of sneezing, contracted feebly. The naked girl squirmed around a bit, and suddenly your friend threw up his hand. All sensations on her body ceased as she looked up at you both with incredulous eyes.
However, there would be no intermission for Mimi. Your friend climbed off her stomach, and, intoxicated by her scent, you walked over to her feet. A smirk crossed your friend's face as he positioned his hands on the girl's hips. You began to slowly drag your right index finger up and down the girl's sole, while the feather in your left hand was twirled around between her toes. Sweet, albeit muffled, laughter filled the air. It increased in pitch as your friend plowed his hands into her hips. Looking over your foot board, you were pleased watching the the girl desperately try to evade the sensations. Mimi would kick her feet the few inches that the rope allowed them while bouncing her hips up and down and thrashing her entire body side to side. You and your friend doggedly pursued the fleeing skin, and the torment never slacked off for the girl.
Your friend then had an idea for a scare tactic. He ceased tickling Mimi, and moved up closer to her face. Brandishing his paintbrush, which was left lying on a nearby dresser, he doodled around on the girl's neck and collarbone. The brush left a shining trail of moisture on her flinching skin, and then he blew on it. The sudden cold distracted the girl's thrashing for a moment in which your friend seized her nose, collasping the only route for air to enter her body. Fear snapped her eyes into focus as Mimi looked your friend in his eyes. His free hand, no without the brush slipped into the tender flesh of her armpit, and he began idly playing around.
The need to laugh forced air out of her body. Mimi needed to breathe. Your friend had a clamp on her airway. She tried to get air through the gag, but it wouldn't come fast enough. The vulnerable girl began to panic. Small squeaks came through the gag. Her body tried in vain to breathe. When she affirmed the fact that she couldn't, Mimi tried to break her bonds like a maniac. When this failed, she looked at your friend with wild eyes frightened beyond all belief. Then, just as she felt that she could hang onto consciousness no longer, your friend returned her freedom to breathe.
You decided to let Mimi have a break after what your friend put her through, and when you returned, you...
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